they held each other close and kissed. Elizabeth couldn't believe what she was seeing, and the Impossibility of it was paralyzing. Her hand clung to the doorknob for support, or else she might have gone to her knees.
There It was-it-the boy's sex organ, and the thing was standing out stiff and erect, all swollen and hard, and she could see the throbbing of the distended veins along the creamy white shaft. Its end was shining, a deep pink that looked as if It had been highly polished by some master artisan. Far down, there in the thick bronze curls of Jody's pubic hair, lay the wrinkled sack containing testicles.
Mesmerized, Elizabeth's eyes clung there for a long and breathless moment, then slid questingly back along the pulsing staff, back to that beckoning glans, and a sharp little aftershock jolted her as she made out a growing droplet of some clear fluid that was gathering upon the blunt tip.
She had never seen a man's thing so clearly, nor had she ever wanted to, but now the sight held her in a weird, frightening grip; it was the serpent, and she was the immobile sparrow. Wanting to flee, to slam the door and run screaming into the yard, Elizabeth just stood there In full view of the couple upon the bed. If either of them turned their head, she would be seen. Yet she couldn't run, couldn't force her legs into action, couldn't even stop looking.
Elizabeth saw their hands moving, caressing, sliding over nude bodies pale and smooth, and the boy reached down to cup his hand between his sister's slender thighs. She saw the dark red fur of the girl's mound just before Jody's palm closed over it, and heard the sigh that broke from Charlene's lips at the loving touch. There was grace in the straining rhythm of their bodies, and although part of Elizabeth's mind screamed that it was wrong, another part admitted to the beauty of them.
'Oh baby, baby,' Jody whispered, 'I missed you so. I missed this sweet pussy and your fine ass, and the feel of your tits.'
The girl said throatily, 'And my pussy has been lonesome without your nice, hard pick sliding in it. Come on, man – stick it to me.
Those words slapped across Elizabeth's consciousness; she and her husband had never talked when they were doing it, much less said such raw things to each other. She tried to let go the doorknob, but her fingers stuck to the metal.
'Got to taste your nipples first,' Jody said, and moved his head down. His tongue came out red and wet, flicking over the coral – tipped mounds, trailing across the small, hard breasts as the girl's back arched and her pelvis ground insinuatingly against his palm.
Thunder roared in Elizabeth's ears when she saw the boy hang his mouth over on of the small globes and draw most of it between his lips. She watched Charlene's hand seek and find the heavy shaft of her brother's organ. The thin fingers clenched around the meat, moved up and down it lovingly, wandered across the swollen head and teased at the seepage there.
Then Charlene gripped, the penis strongly, and she made a deft, rolling motion of her narrow hips that slid her pelvis beneath the boy's body. Hungrily, she guided the flanged pink knob into the feathery hair of her mound, and Elizabeth stared at the lithe positioning of Jody's slim body between the outspread and uplifted legs. It was going into the girl's body; his thing, his penis, was pushing relentlessly into the mossy crotch, the head already vanished, the shaft slowly disappearing, Inch by inch.
Elizabeth waited for the outcry, the choked gasp of pain, but there was none. The girl said, 'Ahh – oh, Jody – yes, yes – that feels so good, moving up inside my cunt. I'm only alive when I have a prick in me, and I like yours best of all. Oh, oh – shove it deep, darling – push your cock all the way In me, until I feel your balls against my ass. Ahhh!'
No, Elizabeth thought dazedly; no. This wasn't what It was like. No girl should enjoy doing it like this, wiggling and moaning with pleasure as a man's meat pushed into her most intimate part. And the way Jody was moving – not just. pumping up and down hard and fast, but rolling his buttocks, grinding slowly and sensuously, his hands stroking his sister's hips, her cheeks, back up to fondle the resilient mounds of her young and budding breasts.
'Hot little cunt,' Jody said softly. 'Sweet little pussy, all slick and hungry for my prick. Fuck me, baby – fuck me for a long time, slow and easy.'
'Nice hard prick,' Charlene answered hotly. 'Sticking me deep, so I can roll my pussy around on it. Oh Jody, Jody – I can feel your balls.'
Right out in the open daylight, Elizabeth thought; not hidden in the dark and shamed in the awkward fumbling, but openly and eagerly, as if they were very proud of what they were doing. And it was much worse, because they were not married, and could never be; Jody and Charlene were breaking one of the strongest, oldest taboos of all. Brother and sister, they were committing incest.
'Ummm,' the girl moaned, reaching down so she could cup the swinging sack of her brother's dangling balls as she rolled farther back upon her shoulders. Her thin legs lifted, and as Elizabeth watched in helpless stasis, Charlene wrapped them about the small of Jody's slim and pumping back, crossing them at the ankles and tightening as if she meant to plunge the boy's entire body Into the narrow, heaving slot of her churning pussy.
She wanted it, Elizabeth realized, needed it with a wild and unreasoning urgency, and what's more, seemed to be madly enjoying the steady back – and – forth penetration of her vagina. With an effort, Elizabeth forced her hand to drop away from the doorknob, and although she swayed, retained her balance and began to once again take control of her own body.
'I'm c-coming!' Charlene shrieked softly, her entire body bucking and twisting upon the faster hammering of her brother's stiff pole. 'Oh, Jody – I'm coming, coming!'
'Shake that beautiful ass, baby!' the boy panted, ramming his thing home time after time with punishing strokes that made the bed bounce. 'Yeah – yeah, I feel your pussy grabbing at my cockhead, eating up my prick, all juicy and tight – yeah, oh yeah! mm coming, too. Uh – uh – UHH!'
Entranced, Elizabeth stared at the way Jody's testicles leaped, at the contraction of them, and she could vividly Imagine the hurtling of semen up through the rounded stiff meat that was buried to the stem within his sister's vagina. The geysering of that sticky stuff had always seemed repulsive to her, as If she was being soiled, and she could barely wait for her husband to sigh away from her before hurrying to the bathroom to rinse the clinging liquid away.
But Charlene gasped: 'Ahh! It's so good and bubbly, flooding my cunt. I love It, Jody – oh, how I love your come in me!'
No, Elizabeth thought, managing to back one dragging step at a time from the doorway, no! It wasn't like that at all; she knew, she knew. Echoes of them murmuring endearments to each other followed her as she fled down the hall toward the stairs, running blindly, not really knowing where she was going, but realizing that she had made a terrible mistake taking these terrible children into her clean home.
By the time she reached the lower floor, Elizabeth had decided to call the welfare people and report the horrible incident. But the other boy was standing there in front of the phone, little Timothy Goodall, with only a towel wrapped about his slim waist – and there was a nasty bulge showing.
Chapter 2
Elizabeth slowed and tried to put on a stern face. 'Timothy what are you doing down here, naked like that? Get back upstairs at once.'
The boy's blue eyes slid over her. 'You saw them didn't you? You saw Jody and Charlene screwing.
'I – I – ' Elizabeth wet her dry lips. 'Do as I say, Timothy. You're obscene, standing around like that.' There was a bulge in the towel; she could see his thing pushing out, obviously a little smaller than his brother's. Somehow, she had invited a trio of young sex maniacs into her home; somehow, she had to get them out.
'You're going to fink on them,' Timothy said. 'They'll come get us and put us back in the home.'
'Please Elizabeth said, 'don't make it more difficult. I – you're not really children, It seems, but something else. Now, get away from that phone.'
The boy didn't move; and his eyes were insistent, probing at her clothing, sliding through her shapeless dress to touch her clammy skin. 'You know, you're really a fine – looking chick I can see your knockers trying to stand out, and I dig the way your ass wiggles when you walk, and you've got real crazy legs. Why do you hide all that,
